Hitting The GroundI hit the ground hard and felt one of my teeth stab into my lower lip. At first I struggled hard for the breath that had been knocked out of my stomach. Gasps screamed out of my mouth but were having no intake into my lungs. Each second feels like an hour when you are failing to breathe and slowly drowning in a mouthful of your own blood. I coughed finally and the air resumed to flow. Dust on the concrete floor sucked up through my nose and into my mouth. The taste was like nothing I’d tasted before. Grinding my teeth hard as I tried not to yell out, I could feel sand and dust shredding my gums. Dirt was mixing in withHitting The Ground
| I’m extremely interested in photography. It's my passion. And it's not something that means I only want to take Pictures all day of myself. I am in love with photography. Its such a beautiful thing to capture life in a keepsake. I hope to go farther in photography. I don’t see life the way they want me to see it. I’ve learned to regret things, just isn't worth it anymore. I'd like to help people, to inspire them, to assist them to reach their goals, to change this dumb world a little bit. Life is a way too short, too short to hide yourself. |
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